So Very Tired (I wrote this yesterday, but Blogger refused to publish because it is gay)

OK, just to preface this entry, I am very tired right now since I worked out for about an hour and a half, doing 2.5 miles on an elliptical machine and lifting weights for an hour. So if I misspell stuff or something doesn't make sense, I am not on drugs, just tired.

I have been working out a lot lately, trying to get back into shape. Last semester was bad. Let me tell you, those Totino's pizzas are yummy. Too yummy, especially the Canadian bacon ones. Jesus, I gained weight and it was all fat. In fact, I lost some muscle because I didn't do shit besides go to class, sit on my ass, do homework (sitting on my ass), sleep, and play with myself (sitting on my ass). But now, I work out at least 3 times a week. I think it's already made a difference. I feel like I have more energy too.

I am wearing shorts right now. That's how warm and blustery it is here. And let me tell you, 35 is DAMN downright balmy, compared to the Arctic blasting winds that chill it to -15. So today has been really warm and nice. Weird. But Pocatello will right the ship, I am sure. It's supposed to snow like a mad mo-fo tonight.

This last week, we finally concluded the discussions of thinking about thinking. Thank God. I don't think I could have taken much more of that crap. I want science. Not philosophy. The only grey stuff I want to think about is the mass of grey matter between my ears.

I've been playing Literati on Yahoo! games lately. And let me just say: I kick ass at that game. LOL. I am like 13-3. Whew. I don't think I could pull off that kind of a winning streak in Yahoo! Pool or Cribbage or anything else. And in case you are wondering what kind of game I have mastered, Literati is a lot like Scrabble.

So I am known as the eBay junkie of my P-1 Pharmacy class. I mean, I know I have mentioned this before. But I swear, every day when I walk into class, people ask me if I have sold anything on eBay. They ask what I have bought. They ask if I can help them sell stuff. They ask if I can help them buy/search for stuff. Seriously folks? Get a life. I do eBay for my own reasons. I don't do it to help you. I like music. I buy CDs. I like money. I sell CDs. That's it. It's very easy.

But I have to say that the most annoying part is when they ask if I have sold anything. "YES, YOUR SOUL!!!!!!" That's what I want to say. But of course, Rico is polite and just says "of course." Gah.

Current mood: exhaustedCurrent music:

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8:12 AM

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Try this:Type "cute puppies" into Google's image search. Click on the first picture. I like how that is not picture of real puppies.Current mood: full of pizzaCurrent noise: white trash on "Cops"

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7:34 PM

Thursday, January 19, 2006

I Stole This From Katie

1. What is your middle name?Lynn

2. What size is your bed?Queen

3. What are you listening to right now?

4. What are the last 2 digits in your phone number?What does this have to do with anything? 71

5. What was the last thing you ate?Maple and Brown Sugar Oatmeal

6. Last person you hugged?Katie

7. How is the weather right now?Kind of sunny, but cold, probably will snow in 5 minutes

8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?My roommate Chris

9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?BOOBS!!! BUTT!!! No seriously though, probably their eyes if I am looking at them head-on.

10. Do u have a G/F B/F?Yes indeedy.

11. Do you want children?Eventually.....but not for a long time.

12. Do you drink?No, I think it's dumb that people drink to have a good time...not to mention pathetic. And oh yeah, it's basically a fucking toxin.

13. Ever get so drunk you don't remember the entire night?Umm no.

14. Hair color?Dark brown

15. Eye color?Shit brown

17. Favorite holiday?Thanksgiving- food with no pretenses about gifts and such.

18. Favorite season?Summer--> beach

19. Ever cried for no reason?I don't cry.

20. Last movie you watched?"Wedding Crashers"

21. How many mirrors are in your room?Zero- I know I look hot with having to rely on a mirror.

22. If you are white, do you know any other Fall Out Boy songs other than "Sugar We're Going Down?"Yes I do, you hating bastard. I have two of their CDs and am looking to buy their older ones too. Fall Out Boy is an awesome band and I don't like the negative attitude towards them by many people.

23. Have you ever decapitated a barbie doll?Never had a Barbie.

24. Do you enjoy the sensational taste of Starbucks?Folger's instant coffee is better.

25. Does the word "horcrux" mean anything to you?Reminds me that I don't like France.

26. Do you have any friends of the gay preference?Sure.

27. Do you think Jesus is great?Everyone knows my views on religion.

28. Is cheese like the best food ever, or what?Maybe Swiss Cheese.

29. What books are you reading?"Four Corners of the Night" by Craig Holden

30. Piercings?Yes please. Could I fuck up my body by putting unnatural holes in it?

31. Favorite movie?Too many to name.

32. Favorite college football team?Whoever I bet on.

33. What were you doing before filling this out?Listening to a statistics lecture on shit I learned in high school.

My drive up to Pocatello was pretty uneventful, except for a trucker tailgating me for 15 miles, ignoring my requests for him to pass me (by waving out the window at him), and then finally passing me and cutting me off. Bastard. Ah well. I talked to Katie when I was about 2 hours out of Pocatello and she said that there was no snow in Pocatello (she had gotten there about 1 hour before that). So as I got closer and closer to Pocatello, I noticed that the precipitation falling was not rain anymore, but snow. I swear, I thought I was going to have a repeat of last year when I had to drive for 2 hours at 25 mph. But the snow passed pretty quick as I lost some altitude into Pocatello. So as it turned out, Katie had told the truth and Pocatello was pretty bare of snow. But now we are getting snow and hopefully we can go sledding soon.

Speaking of that fine girl, it was nice to see her after the Christmas break. It’s funny how even short breaks suck anymore. Bah. But I can see how they are beneficial though, since I know that spending time apart is good.

My classes seem to be a tad easier this semester. Maybe I am getting more adjusted or maybe there has been an actual decline in the level of difficulty. I have one class where we talked about what we thought about thinking. WTF? This is pharmacy school, bitch. Not philosophy. I don’t care about that crap. That is why I am in a science-based discipline. Philosophy relies on abstract principles and faint glimmers of conclusions to sort out the world and try to prove themselves right (basically trying to prove themselves right through anecdotes). Science, particularly pharmacy, does not rely on anecdotes and such, but uses empirical evidence to try to prove itself wrong. Once they cannot be proved right, they are allowed to call it a theory. Still not calling it a fact though. That’s where science kicks ass and philosophy blows. Damn that touchy-feely shit.

Wow, I kinda got off topic there. Anyhow, yeah, that class seems pretty easy. We have to take a couple of the same teachers as last semester, so those classes will be very similar. Physiology, probably my favorite class so far, will be ass-ravaging as usual.

So last week sometime, I was taking a nice hot shower (one of my favorite things) when I nearly died. I do this thing sometimes when I sleep where I snuggle under the covers too much. I overheat because I don’t sweat when I sleep. So when I wake up, I feel OK for a minute, then I start to get dizzy, weak, and sick to my stomach. If I am at home, I just sit in my pool to get past it. I might dry heave, I might not, it just depends.

Well, this time, I didn’t do it in my bed. I was taking a hot shower, apparently too hot, when I started feeling dizzy. The shower stall started closing in and turning black. I grabbed for the water handle and clumsily turned it to cold, too cold. I turned it back to warm as I started sinking to the floor. I couldn’t open my eyes and I could hardly breathe. At this point, I think I was on my knees, but I don’t really remember it exactly. It’s kind of fuzzy now.

I must have made some loud thuds or maybe my moaning and whimpering to myself attracted some attention, because Katie came in and freaked out, seeing me near death, curled up under the faucet in the shower, trying to get some cold water. I am sure she thought I was cracked out of my fucking mind or dying of a seizure or something.

And that’s when the dry heaves started. I was heaving so badly that I couldn’t breathe in. I couldn’t open my eyes and I couldn’t talk (no air). I didn’t have anything in my stomach and it was one of those times when you really want to puke something solid up. The water, bile, acid, and mucus from my stomach were not doing the trick, let me tell you. I think Katie ran some cool water over me and got me cool enough to lay back in the tub. She ran some cold water and I relaxed for a few minutes to get my body temperature back to where it was supposed to be.

For a few minutes (especially during the dry heaves), I felt like I was dying. I am not exaggerating. It was awful. The most painful dry heaves ever, the most nauseating urges, and the strongest waves of black, and the largest doses of clumsiness overcame me that day. Ugh. I never want that to happen again. I swear I am going to monitor the temperature of my shower water a little better.

Well, just to conclude this blog in a happy manner, I will tell you of a story of stupidity. Here is a question, directly from an eBay member about one of my auctions (for a CD by the Goo Goo Dolls):

“Will this CD be able to play in Australia?”

I shit you not. I am dead serious. OF COURSE YOU MORON. GOD, AUSTRALIANS ARE JUST AS DUMB AS AMERICANS.

I wrote him an email saying “Yes.” I didn’t want to deter a potential buyer. Gotta keep up the false front of niceness and propriety. :)

But here’s some answers I wanted to give him (leave some of your own if you wish):“Well, no, because you see….you are upside down and the CD would probably fall off your CD player.”“Yes, it will play, but I cannot offer kangaroo or dingo insurance. Not liable if you use it as a boomerang.”“Yes, but not in a CD player.”“Yes, just put it on your finger and spin it, then look at the pretty colors.”“Yes, just don’t pour any Fosters on it.”“Only in Outback Restaurants will it play. Oh….you don’t have those? Well, you’re dicked.”“Only if you wear earplugs, Aussie.”And my favorite- “No.”

Back To PocatelloTomorrow morning, I will be driving back up to Pocatello. It was good seeing everyone again, too bad we couldn't get a round of golf in (shitty weather, sickness, no time). Anyhow, I have decided to try a new approach to driving to Pocatello. I usually get up at 5:30 or so and leave at 6:00 AM PST, which would put me in Pocatello at about 9:00 PM MST. Well, I am going to leave Redlands at 3:30 AM PST. Yeah. I am going to get up at 3:15, cram some breakfast down and stick in my contacts, then hit the road. At 3:30 AM PST. That should, and I repeat should, put me in Pocatello at about 6:30 PM MST. Should. But if there is weather (like there was last year), it will be more like 8:00 PM MST or 8:30 PM MST. One of the two. Goddamn weather. So that's my new plan. We will see how it works. Ugh. I don't mind driving to California from Idaho, since I gain an hour and have an extra hour of sunlight while driving, but going back up to Pocatello is bad because I lose an hour of sunlight from the time zone change. Not that I am afraid of the dark or that I am scared to drive at night (although my vision at night is not good), but I think I have a better chance of falling asleep while driving at night. And that would lead to a fireball. So that's not good. Fireballs = not good. Anyhow, I played golf today at Yucaipa. And I played very well. Probably the best I have played in a year or two. WOOHOO. I shot 73, missing a putt on the 18th hole for par on that hole, as well as on the course. Dagnamit. Ah well. Better than my shit-tastic 84 at Shandin Hills last week.My auction for that short wave radio ended and wow..........just click the link below to see what I mean......http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=5848753032&rd=1&sspagename=STRK%3AMESO%3AIT&rd=1Current music: nada (how sad....I packed all my CDs already)Current mood: bad headache from the sunlight all day- it was 85 degrees, clear and bright when we were playing golf today

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5:24 PM

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

A Tale of Stupidity

So I went to the post office yesterday to mail a set of speakers to some eBay loser in Connecticut. I went to the Post Office on Brookside (Citrus), the one down by Smiley Library. Anyhow, when I went in, I grabbed a number tag (since they don't believe in lines there, instead you take a number and sit). Before looking at the tag, I saw that they were "NOW SERVING 30." I looked down and my number covered the first number, but the second number was a 0. I was thinking I was only ten back in line.....nope! 30 back in line. Jesus H. Christ. I had #60. Luckily, many of the people that were in front of me must have left, or else I might still be waiting there for Manny the Mute, Grumpy Joe, or Semi-Sociable Sue (I saw these same 3 clerks during summer so much that I made up names for them- you gotta do something while waiting to stave of the inevitable boredom).

I wanted to get out of there, since I did have to get to my dentist's appointment. Finally they called my number and I went to the counter. I did my business pretty quickly, and as I was leaving Grumpy Joe, the guy next to me was ending his transaction too. He was dealing with Semi-Sociable Sue.

Remember I am at the Post Office.

"Do you sell stamps here?" the guy asked.

Semi-Sociable Sue's mouth actually dropped open a little and I swear time stood still for a second. I could not believe he actually asked that and neither could she.

I wanted to jump in front of him and tell him no, that they just keep the stamp displays, the stamp dispensing machine, stamp prices, a book of stamps, and a line that says stamps only for show. Of course a Post Office doesn't sell stamps, you silly man! Or I wanted to say something like "yeah, just not to moronic people who ask if the Post Office sells stamps."

I mean, it's like if you went to a car lot and asked if they sold cars. WELL NO SHIT. OF COURSE THEY SELL CARS. THAT'S WHY THEY ARE ALL SITTING THERE. Moron.

Do I go to a donut store and ask if they sell donuts? No. Do I go to a Chinese food place and ask if they have rice? No. Do I go to Mervyns and ask if they have shirts? No. Do I go to the bank and ask if they have money? No.

Sir, welcome to the world. I know Head-Up-Your-Ass-Ville was nice, but welcome to the world.

In other news, I was cavity-free! Woohoo! I do have two potential cavities though. If I do not care for them well in the next 6 months, they might develop into cavities and require fillings. So I guess "Wittle Wico" (as Alex put it) will be "bwushing" his teeth real well. Damn. But at least no cavities as of right now!

I am leaving for the land of snow and ice on Saturday, January 7....at about 3:30 AM PST. Ugh. Maybe that way I will make it into Pocatello around 6:00 PM MST. We'll see. I just hope there is no bad weather....like the damn blizzard I went through last year....when I had to drive 25 mph for 75 miles. Ugh. By the way, the answer to the Simpsons Trivia Question from yesterday is A (Evolution).

Current mood: fineCurrent music: Tonic- "Head On Straight" and Story Of The Year- "In Wake of Determination" GO TEXAS!!!!!

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7:12 PM

Here's a Simpsons Trivia question for ya- I am 4/4 so far this year. YAY! LOL. I'll give you the answer tomorrow sometime, if I remember.So I ran about 2 miles today, did a bunch of crunches, did some push ups, and then lifted some weights. So now I am tired, since I am out of shape. *Sigh.* Damn good food for being so fattening. I have to go to the dentist today for my normal 6 month visit. I bet I have a cavity. I just am getting the feeling I get to have a filling. Sweet. I have a sensitive tooth on the side of my mouth, and I just know it's going to be a cavity. Goddamnit. Ah well. Time for lunch. I should go.Current mood: worried about my tooth, tiredCurrent music: The Click Five- "Greetings From Imrie House"

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12:58 PM

Current music: Blink 182- "Enema of the State"

Current mood: about to puke because Charlene's turds smell so bad

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10:52 AM

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

I haven't been able to top that highest score of mine. Shucks. I think that is as good as I can do. Ah well. Now that game has lost its fun for me.So I gotten a flurry of wrong numbers on my cell phone lately. I guess April 15 is getting closer, but still. WTF? Why are all these people so stupid that they can't figure out the mystery of dialing a 1 in front of an (800) number? Seriously, folks, it is not difficult. If you see a (800) number, it needs a one in front of it. If you fail to put that 1 there and you are in the 909, you get me instead. And I really don't care about your IRS problems. I really don't. And I love when I pick up and say "hello" only to hear "Espanol?" NO ASSHOLE. Listen, we are in America and you are paying taxes to the American government. Speak Englsih to them. Second of all, why do you want me to tell you that you misdialed...in Spanish? Shouldn't you figure that out when I pick up and say "hello" instead of "IRS?" Jesus.I just counted them up on my phone- 13 wrong numbers in less than 3 days. Multiple calls from several of them too. Not only do these people fail to understand the magic of the 1, but they fail more than once. Whew.So I had a scary dream last night. Not scary as in running, screaming, violence, car wrecks, plane crashes, fire, OJ Simpson, knives, Michael Jackson, or sock puppets. But scary in a different way.In my dream, I woke up in my bed. I had to pee, so I went into the bathroom. As I was conducting my business in there, I noticed I had a white hair growing amongst my luxurious dark brown hair. So I plucked it. Then I concluded my meeting with the toilet and went downstairs for some juice. After drinking my juice, I headed upstairs and checked in the bathroom again. In the mirror, I could see my hair literally turning white in front of my eyes. It was horrible. Soon, basically my entire head was covered in white hair. As I started ripping it out, I woke up (for real). I would fall asleep and then repeat the same dream. This happened like 3 or 4 times.You might say, hey, wait, that's not scary! Well, imagine yourself with white hair....at 20 years old. I know they make wonderful products like Just For Men, but damn, I am 20. I am not ready for that. Sigh. I really hope my brain was not trying to forewarn me of am impending hair color change.Current mood: I'm oldCurrent music: Butch Walker- "Letters"

Today was the day to reserve our patch of dirt at South Carlsbad State Beach Campground (for our vacation in late July). You have to call 6 months in advance to book it, but it's damn near impossible even that far in advance. We have been calling since 8 AM this morning and here's our results thus far (we need at least 2 sites):Me (using Internet and cell)- nothingMy mom (using my Grandma's phone and her cell)- nothingMy dad (using our home phone)- nothingMy cousin Gina (using Internet and phone)- nothingMy uncle Kenny (home phone)- nothingMy cousin Cindy (home phone)- nothingMy cousin to be Jay (using cell)- nothingMy cousin Jeff (using Internet)- one siteSo it looks pretty damn grim this year. Ugh. I hate this BS.I have been using the Internet and my cell phone for the last two hours straight, trying to get through. I have called at least 300 times on my cell phone, and I have tried the Internet so many times that my fingers are actually kinda tired while typing this. All I get whenever I use my cellphone is "Busy" (see picture above for how I feel about that). And all I get when I use the Internet is the "503 Error," the "404 Error," or "Request Not Completed." Ummm....yeah, I know the request was not completed. It wasn't completed because your website is an absolute nightmare. It only lets on a very small number of people and completely shuts everyone else out. That's really fucking helpful. And even if you do get through to put in a credit card number, it can still freeze up on you and make you lose the campsite. GODDAMNITALLTOHELL!!!So, needless to say, I am not having fun this morning. I been trying to keep my mind occupied by playing with my kitty or playing Internet games, but still. This blows. It looks like we have a hurricane blowing through here today. The wind is about to knock over my trees in the front yard and the raindrops are huge. And I am going to go to try to play golf in Rialto. Jesus. Talk about a windtunnel.Current music: Switchfoot- "Nothing Is Sound" (loosely Christian alt-rock band, but still good)Current mood: disgusted

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9:46 AM

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Rain Is Ruining My Chances For GolfMy dad and I were supposed to play golf yesterday, but when we called the course, they said that everyone on the course was leaving, saying it was too wet to try to keep playing. And we are supposed to play today, but I bet the same damn thing happens again. Gah. Isn't this California? Isn't there supposed to be good weather, crooked politicians, and crime everywhere? Oh wait, there are two of the three still. The picture above here is of a random cat I found on the Internet. I just thought it was pretty symbolic of the shitty weather we're having lately. So I have a couple totally weird games for you now:http://addictinggames.com/interactivebuddy.html (buy the Michael Moore skin or the Democrat skin- they're pretty funny)http://addictinggames.com/bonelessgirl.html (this one is way mindless)Anyhow, my life is boring. Sorry.Current music: Foo Fighters- "In Your Honor" Disc 1Current mood: sleepy